The first snow in Devon blew in overnight - settling on the high tors of Dartmoor. We didn't get it though in Exeter, just high winds and sheeting rain driving back along the A38 after spending the afternoon in the company of my adorable nearly-walking one year old great-niece.
My husband is a long time in the bath. I ask him if he's alright. He says he's praying for help and support from his parents and my parents. I say I'm sure they are listening.
Notice I'm not getting to bed by 11o'clock like I said I would - but not berating myself for it - just feeling tired - and will try again tomorrow.
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